“That’s why I freaked when Jonathan wanted to… you know,” Nadia wiped her eyes. “It just seemed perverted.”

“Sweetie, I’m so sorry,” Ellen murmured. She thought of Joe. In her mind, she heard him protesting, “But I hardly touched her!” She pushed him away. “She was a child, you creep! And you were my husband!”

“I wasn’t really fair to him, to Jonathan, you know? I told him I liked games. What must he think?”

“How are you now?” her mother asked.

“Better. It feels so good to finally tell you! I’ve been holding that dirty secret for too long.”

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